It was past 2 in the morning when I arrived at the scene. The area was already cordoned off, and a patrolman was at the door to keep snoops out. Not that there would be anything to see, I already knew that. As I approached, I flashed him my badge, and he stepped aside to let me in.
I took a breath as I looked around, “Typical dissolution, the victim’s body has been dissolved into element components, and the house cyclers have converted them to feed stock already.”
I flipped my vision to the digital side, and spotted several quivering Deltas, “It must have happened fast, the Deltas must be in shock from losing their frame. I’m surprised they were able to call it in.”
“We need a Delta trauma unit, stat. The only way we’re going to find out what happened is if these Delts get into a new frame quickly.” After a moment I heard my signal Delta acknowledge, and it vanished into the digital ether to route my request to dispatch. As I looked back at the survivors, I muttered, “It’s going to be a long morning.”